Think Martha Stewart with access to nuclear codes
A quick recap of the week: Snow, Sex, Sweat. In that order.
Got a nice trim yesterday. I was leanin towards a hawk but I'd be out of uniform. Instead, sideburns will reign supreme! Burrito supreme...
Vietnamese coffee is a good thing. Sometimes when the ultra-caffeinated insanity coffee gets you all crusty and dehydrated, a good cup of creamy-sweet Ho Chi Minh java is the next best thing to a hot creamy-sweet pussy.
Skills
These days it's hard to find someone w/ skills. Ever go to a show and say to yourself, I dont even PLAY drums and I can do better than this guy! On the other hand, you could see that old pig-tailed drummer from Good Riddance and say to yourself, this guy is the king of punk drummery! So it's like that - skills.
Then you find yourself flat on your back and enjoying life. Looking up at the sticky green stars that came with your apartment ceiling and you experience a private self-reflection in the fact that skills are to be enjoyed - by myself, for example. Then you fall asleep with your feet where you normally lay your head and you don't really mind because you just learned like thirteen new things - plus beds don't take things personally. And you accidentally leave a little post-coital memento on the jacket of your evening counterpart.
A quick recap of the week: Snow, Sex, Sweat. In that order.
Got a nice trim yesterday. I was leanin towards a hawk but I'd be out of uniform. Instead, sideburns will reign supreme! Burrito supreme...
Vietnamese coffee is a good thing. Sometimes when the ultra-caffeinated insanity coffee gets you all crusty and dehydrated, a good cup of creamy-sweet Ho Chi Minh java is the next best thing to a hot creamy-sweet pussy.
Skills
These days it's hard to find someone w/ skills. Ever go to a show and say to yourself, I dont even PLAY drums and I can do better than this guy! On the other hand, you could see that old pig-tailed drummer from Good Riddance and say to yourself, this guy is the king of punk drummery! So it's like that - skills.
Then you find yourself flat on your back and enjoying life. Looking up at the sticky green stars that came with your apartment ceiling and you experience a private self-reflection in the fact that skills are to be enjoyed - by myself, for example. Then you fall asleep with your feet where you normally lay your head and you don't really mind because you just learned like thirteen new things - plus beds don't take things personally. And you accidentally leave a little post-coital memento on the jacket of your evening counterpart.
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glorybox:
boo!
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glorybox:
I shall see you tonight hopefully!!!
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